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I wept, to fee the vifionary man ;
And, whilft my trance continu'd, thus began.,
"O light of Trojans, and fupport of Troy ! "Thy father's champion, and thy country's joy! O, long expected by thy friends! from whence "Art thou, fo late, return'd to our defence? "Alas! what wounds are these? what new difgrace "Deforms the manly honours of thy face?"
THE fpectre, groaning from his inmoft breast,
Enough to country, and to deathlefs fame.
Could have been fav'd-this arm the feat had done. Troy, now, commends to thee her future ftate, "And gives her gods companions of thy fate. "Under their umbrage, hope for happier walls, "And follow where thy various fortune calls." He faid; and brought, from forth the facred choir, The gods, and relics of th' immortal fire.
Now, peals of fhouts came thund'ring from afar,
By courage rous'd, by love of country fir'd,
PANTHEUS, Apollo's prieft, a facred name, Had 'fcap'd the Grecian fwords, and pafs'd the flame, With relics loaded, to my doors he fled, And, by the hand, his tender grandfon led."What hope, O Pantheus! whither can we run n? "Where make a ftand? or, what may yet be done?" Scarce had I fpoke, when Pantheus, with a groan, Troy-is no more !-Her glories, now, are gone. "The fatal day, th' appointed hour, is come, "When wrathful Jove's irrevocable doom "Transfers the Trojan ftate to Grecian hands: "Our city's wrapt in flames: the foe commands. "To fev'ral pofts, their parties they divide: "Some block the narrow streets; fome fcour the wide: "The bold, they kill; th' unwary, they furprize; "Who fights, meets death; and death finds him, who
FILIAL PIETY OF ENEA S.
UT, now, the crackling flames appear on high,
along the sky:
With dreadful rage, the rifing winds confpire,
My hand fhall lead our little fon-and you, "My faithful confort, fhall our steps purfue." Thus having faid, with trembling steps we ftray, Through every dark and every devious way. 1, who fo bold and dauntless just before, The Grecian darts and fhocks of lances bore, At every fhadow, now, am feized with fear; Not for myself, but for the load I bear.
DOUGLAS'S SOLILOQUY IN THE WOOD.
HIS is the place, the centre of the grove.
In fuch a place as this, at fuch an hour,
EVENTFUL day! how haft thou chang'd my state! Once, on the cold and winter shaded fide Of a bleak hill, mifchance had rooted me : Tranfplanted, now, to the gay funny vale, Like the green thorn of May, my fortune flowersYe glorious ftars! high heaven's refplendent hoft! To whom I oft have of my lot complain'd,
Hear, and record, my foul's unalter'd wish!
COMMON OBJECTS OF PURSUIT
ONOUR, and flame, from no condition rife: Act well your part; there all the honour lies. Fortune, in men, has fome fmall difference made: One flaunts in rags; one flutters in brocade ; The cobler apron'd, and the parfon gown'd; The friar hooded, and the monarch crown'd. "What differ more," you cry, "than crown and cowl!" I'll tell you, friend !-a wife man and a fool. You'll find, if once the monarch acts the monk, Or, cobler-like, the parfon will be drunk, Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow : The reft is all but leather or prunella.
BOAST the pure blood of an illuftrious race,
What can ennoble fots, or flaves, or cowards?
Look next on greatnefs. Say, where greatnefs lies.
Not one looks backward; onward ftill he goes:
All fly flow things, with circumfpective eyes.
WHAT'S fame a fancy'd life in others breath:
Plays round the head, but comnes not to the heart:
IN parts fuperior, what advantage lies?